Happy New Year!

No I'm not dead, I just got slammed with work related stuff for the past few weeks.

Work sucks hairy monkey balls and I need a new job.

Fatgirl out.

Cause I Care!

When THE most Epic Christmas rant in the History of, well...HISTORY is written.

I will cheer and start sharing out the alcohol (while encouraging everyone to get shitfaced.)

Merry Freakin Christmas Bitches.

*Eyetwitch*

The Overcaller called me this evening at 9:30pm.

I have no idea WHY I answered the goddammed phone.

We've changed our guard schedule in the last week. The Psycho-Bitch wanted to know exactly how much we are paying the guards. Welll since they are paid every 2 weeks and that means I haven't done payroll as yet, I don't have a very good idea how much they are being paid exactly.
Also, since you are calling me at 9:30 in the fucking NIGHT, I don't have the schedule infront of me so that I can work it out.

The Overcaller went nuts, and not a funny nuts. She used this as an excuse to shit on me from a height and tell me that I am incompetent. REPEATEDLY.

If she was infront of me I would have gone at her. I was literally shaking with adrenaline, especially when she told me, "Well I hope you know how much YOU are getting paid."

Why yes, I know how much I get paid. I am paid by the month and not by the hour, so it's pretty easy to work out.

I was damn near in tears of frustration by the end of the conversation. I then called my parents to tell them that I was DUN. Done with dealing with this Creature.

In my venting I said "I don't care if I have to move back in with yall, I am not taking this shit anymore."

Well Dad then said, "I don't know if you realise it, but you're making a very good salary and it's just one woman out of how many."

Yeah Dad, but she more than makes up for the kind words everyone else has for me. It's really hard to remember the compliments when Pscho-Bitch is screaming in my ear about how she finds it so very funny that I'm the "Manager" and I "just have nooo clue how much we are spending on salaries."

I mean God I know I'm an adult and I have to be responsible and all, but I've been with this job for 4 1/2 years now, it's not like I am ditching it after a month cause it's too hard or something.

The Psycho isn't going to go away and either her or her husband WILL be on the Board within the next few months.

I think that's enough abuse for anyone.

Edited to say:

I checked my e-mail last night and realized that she, her husband and the other residents who were in that "meeting" had all been e-mailed the schedule since last week. They had the information and thus had no need to call me.

Her husband called me this morning at 7:48 asking me for the information. I gave it to them. I was then informed that they want to hire back a guard who had quit without notice. I was to come to a meeting this afternoon at 2pm in order to offer him a "package" to get him back.

Thanks ever so much, you're now going to make me hire someone who had walked off for more money than my other crew are getting ? My crew stuck with me, agreed to take a cut in pay, and have communicated their concerns with me. I have been working with them to resole their issues. I don't care how good you think this guy is, I have much more respect for the guys who continued working.

Bless you Anbesol

A big shout out to my parents who between them have managed to breed the weakest teeth in the world, all of which reside in my mouth.

My dentist is going to have a cushy retirement on the amount of money I spend just avoiding pain every few months.

This month is going to be a triple whammy.

-I've already had to go and replace 3/4 of a tooth that disintegrated while eating a hops and ham ($610).

-I have another appointment on the 15th to replace half of another tooth (probably another $400).

Aaaaaand for the bonus round, I'm currently brewing up a lovely gum infection around one of my molars, which WILL require;

- X-ray ($150) to determine that it isn't a cracked root

- and then blessed antibiotics ($250).

Not being in pain = Fucking Priceless.

Pass the Anbesol, I'm gonna go cry in the corner until it takes effect.

To my new Neighbour..

you obviously have never lived in an apartment. This is evident by your loud conversations. Your window is a maximum of 6 feet away from mine. I can hear everything. I really didn't need to know about your "issues" with your outside woman.

That is all.

Sorrel - Part 2

Based on various recipes and incantations, I left the sorrel to steep overnight in the (covered ) pressure cooker after boiling the heck out of it.

This might have been a mistake.

When I finally cracked the lid this morning, instead of being lightly scented with spice, near visible waves of cinnamon with only a hint of sorrel rolled through my kitchen.
I'm not really a fan of cinnamon, so this is quite disconcerting for someone with gallons of cinnamonnnyyy goodness now in residence.

In addition to this Faux Pas, I had intended to use the Glycemic friendly sugar substitute Splenda to sweeten said potion.

This made it taste like a plastic christmas candle.( A plastic christmas candle manufactured in a place where the foreman, who we will call Bob,( but could easily be 鲍步) gestures to the 50 gallon drums behind him, all conspicuously marked with "Artifical Cinnamon Scent" and "Contains .5% Actual Cinnamon!!!" and tells Fred/弗雷德里克 ( the long suffering factory worker) "It's as Good as the Real Thing, maybe even Better!!", to which Fred rolls his eyes and privately thanks his lucky stars that this shit is for Export Only as the Christmas purists round his parts would hang him from the ankles and beat him with poinsettia garlands if they dared sell it here.)

The sorrel was swiftly rescued by the addition of approx. 2 lbs of sugar.

So went the first ever brewing of sorrel in Casa de Fat Girl.

I am having a cigarette.